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Friday, July 03, 2009

Sailor's Tango

Growing up, there were a few musical staples in our house. I mean in my pre-teen years, before I discovered WLS and what was playing there. The station we listened to--the only one, except on snow days when we had a local AM station on to see if our school was closed--was WFMT. I think it's tag line was "Chicago's fine arts station." It carried, and still carries, classical programming, soberly read news headlines, and, on Saturday nights, "The Midnight Special." That show was a weekly fixture for me for years. It started with a recording of Leadbelly singing the song from which the show took its name and ended with Richard Dyer-Bennett singing "You've Got to Walk that Lonesome Valley."

My parents didn't have a big record collection, and I don't remember their LPs including anything at all that would have been considered popular music. Well, maybe there was a Mitch Miller record in there. But mostly the discs included a few of my dad's classical favorites, including an early '50s recording of Arturo Toscanini conducting the NBC Symphony Orchestra in Respighi's "The Pines of Rome" and "The Fountains of Rome" (the only side I ever played was "The Pines," which ends with a stirring, bombastic passage meant to evoke the march of returning Roman legions; I'll bet Mussolini just loved it). Others I remember hearing often, and still listen to, featured the Chicago Symphony Orchestra: Fritz Reiner conducting Wagner overtures and Prokofiev's "Alexander Nevsky." My mom's tastes, as I remember them, were more in the vein of classic musicals. I remember hearing "My Fair Lady" a lot when I was little. Hours of "Camelot." "West Side Story." "Man of La Mancha." "Jacques Brel is Alive and Living in Paris." And my parents seemed to share an enjoyment of recorded comedy and folk music and the way I recall it went out of their way to introduce us to performers like Pete Seeger, The Weavers, Joan Baez, and Burl Ives.

One record they had that got played over and over and over and that my siblings and I adopted as our own was by Will Holt, an interpreter of the Brecht-Weill canon. I can't say I understood the songs (or that I do now, for that matter), but the music and lyrics were peculiar and fascinating. On a driving trip once, my brother John, about 10, surprised my parents by coming out with the lyrics of "Kanonen Song" from "The Threepenny Opera" (the refrain goes: "Let's all go balmy, live off the army,/See the world we never saw,/And if we're feeling down,/We'll wander into town,/And if the population/Should greet us with indignation/We'll chop them to bits/Because we like our hamburger raw"). I think the surprise was occasioned by the sudden realization that we actually were listening to and absorbing this music to some degree.

Online, you can still find used copies of the album, "The Exciting Artistry of Will Holt." I've got a copy that I found in a record store out here, though I don't have the equipment set up to play it. One side consists of original interpretations of standards like Cole Porter's "I Love Paris." The other side, with the Brecht-Weill numbers, made a deeper impression. In addition to "Kanonen Song," they include "Mack the Knife," "Alabama Song," "Bilbao Song," and "Sailor's Tango." They all contain a blend of irony, cynicism and world-weariness. Holt translated lyrics for two of the tracks--"Bilbao Song" and "Sailor's Tango"--and those contain an element of frank sentimentality that seems to be absent in the hard-edged German originals. The Brecht-Weill "Matrosen-Tango," from the show "Happy End," is a woman's observations about the selfishness, arrogance, and machismo of seafaring men; of course, they're bound for a fall. The Holt "Sailor's Tango," is in the voice of the selfish, arrogant sailor. Both versions include an interlude that talks about the sea: in the Brecht-Weill version, the ocean is calm on the surface but ultimately ominous and annihilating. In Holt's version, the ocean and night are depicted as peaceful and welcoming--but still annihilating.

I started thinking about "Sailor's Tango" a couple weeks ago and tried to reconstruct all the Holt lyrics. I feel like I missed something, but here's most of them, anyway.

Hey, there, we're setting sail for Bremen,
The seamen are loading up with booze because it's a long way home.
Just bought a box of cigars--Henry Clay--
and I've got a dollar saved for one last woman.
So excuse me please but don't get in my way,
Excuse me please but don't get in my way.
It's your last night on shore and you can't get enough
Of the sight and the sound of the city.
Every bar is crowded with all your friends,
Every moment you hope it never ends.
Then it's OK, goodbye,
All you feel for those poor slobs is pity.
Because nothing can make you feel more like a man
Than when you've got that ocean in the palm of your hand.
Then it's OK, goodbye.
Don't get caught praying down on your knees,
Don't spoil your life being anxious to please,
Because who's got the need
To beg and to plead
Because if they don't like it, so what?

Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
And everything is going to be all right,
And when the day is over, then welcome to the night.
Oh, that sea is deep and blue
And when the moon is shining bright,
Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
So deep and blue.

As luck would have it, we hit a bad storm,
The engines stopped, we hit the rocks, and so it ended.
Hey, there, who ever thought we'd end up by drowning
Just a few miles from Bremen but a long way from home?
Yeah, keep on shouting, there's nobody near--
There's no one can hear you.
Oh, we only had a few miles to go,
Oh, we only had a few miles to go.
Now the sea's coming up,
And the ship's going down,
Gee don't those harbor lights look pretty?
I'll bet every bar is crowded with all our friends,
I wonder what they'll say when they hear how it ends.
They'll say OK, goodbye.
And you never can tell when that moment will come
When he says up above, here's your pity.
Where's my box of cigars--Henry Clay?
Well, I've just got to say ...
Yeah, we were bragging, our feet on dry land
But standing in water, then you'll hold out your hand,
And know that you need
To beg and to plead,
Oh, Christ, I'm scared of the dark.

Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
And everything will be all right,
And when the day is over, what happened to the night?
Oh, that sea is deep and blue,
And when the moon is shining bright,
Oh, the sea is deep and blue
Oh, the sea is deep and blue
So deep and blue.

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Sailor's Tango

Growing up, there were a few musical staples in our house. I mean in my pre-teen years, before I discovered WLS and what was playing there. The station we listened to--the only one, except on snow days when we had a local AM station on to see if our school was closed--was WFMT. I think it's tag line was "Chicago's fine arts station." It carried, and still carries, classical programming, soberly read news headlines, and, on Saturday nights, "The Midnight Special." That show was a weekly fixture for me for years. It started with a recording of Leadbelly singing the song from which the show took its name and ended with Richard Dyer-Bennett singing "You've Got to Walk that Lonesome Valley."

My parents didn't have a big record collection, and I don't remember their LPs including anything at all that would have been considered popular music. Well, maybe there was a Mitch Miller record in there. But mostly the discs included a few of my dad's classical favorites, including an early '50s recording of Arturo Toscanini conducting the NBC Symphony Orchestra in Respighi's "The Pines of Rome" and "The Fountains of Rome" (the only side I ever played was "The Pines," which ends with a stirring, bombastic passage meant to evoke the march of returning Roman legions; I'll bet Mussolini just loved it). Others I remember hearing often, and still listen to, featured the Chicago Symphony Orchestra: Fritz Reiner conducting Wagner overtures and Prokofiev's "Alexander Nevsky." My mom's tastes, as I remember them, were more in the vein of classic musicals. I remember hearing "My Fair Lady" a lot when I was little. Hours of "Camelot." "West Side Story." "Man of La Mancha." "Jacques Brel is Alive and Living in Paris." And my parents seemed to share an enjoyment of recorded comedy and folk music and the way I recall it went out of their way to introduce us to performers like Pete Seeger, The Weavers, Joan Baez, and Burl Ives.

One record they had that got played over and over and over and that my siblings and I adopted as our own was by Will Holt, an interpreter of the Brecht-Weill canon. I can't say I understood the songs (or that I do now, for that matter), but the music and lyrics were peculiar and fascinating. On a driving trip once, my brother John, about 10, surprised my parents by coming out with the lyrics of "Kanonen Song" from "The Threepenny Opera" (the refrain goes: "Let's all go balmy, live off the army,/See the world we never saw,/And if we're feeling down,/We'll wander into town,/And if the population/Should greet us with indignation/We'll chop them to bits/Because we like our hamburger raw"). I think the surprise was occasioned by the sudden realization that we actually were listening to and absorbing this music to some degree.

Online, you can still find used copies of the album, "The Exciting Artistry of Will Holt." I've got a copy that I found in a record store out here, though I don't have the equipment set up to play it. One side consists of original interpretations of standards like Cole Porter's "I Love Paris." The other side, with the Brecht-Weill numbers, made a deeper impression. In addition to "Kanonen Song," they include "Mack the Knife," "Alabama Song," "Bilbao Song," and "Sailor's Tango." They all contain a blend of irony, cynicism and world-weariness. Holt translated lyrics for two of the tracks--"Bilbao Song" and "Sailor's Tango"--and those contain an element of frank sentimentality that seems to be absent in the hard-edged German originals. The Brecht-Weill "Matrosen-Tango," from the show "Happy End," is a woman's observations about the selfishness, arrogance, and machismo of seafaring men; of course, they're bound for a fall. The Holt "Sailor's Tango," is in the voice of the selfish, arrogant sailor. Both versions include an interlude that talks about the sea: in the Brecht-Weill version, the ocean is calm on the surface but ultimately ominous and annihilating. In Holt's version, the ocean and night are depicted as peaceful and welcoming--but still annihilating.

I started thinking about "Sailor's Tango" a couple weeks ago and tried to reconstruct all the Holt lyrics. I feel like I missed something, but here's most of them, anyway.

Hey, there, we're setting sail for Bremen,
The seamen are loading up with booze because it's a long way home.
Just bought a box of cigars--Henry Clay--
and I've got a dollar saved for one last woman.
So excuse me please but don't get in my way,
Excuse me please but don't get in my way.
It's your last night on shore and you can't get enough
Of the sight and the sound of the city.
Every bar is crowded with all your friends,
Every moment you hope it never ends.
Then it's OK, goodbye,
All you feel for those poor slobs is pity.
Because nothing can make you feel more like a man
Than when you've got that ocean in the palm of your hand.
Then it's OK, goodbye.
Don't get caught praying down on your knees,
Don't spoil your life being anxious to please,
Because who's got the need
To beg and to plead
Because if they don't like it, so what?

Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
And everything is going to be all right,
And when the day is over, then welcome to the night.
Oh, that sea is deep and blue
And when the moon is shining bright,
Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
So deep and blue.

As luck would have it, we hit a bad storm,
The engines stopped, we hit the rocks, and so it ended.
Hey, there, who ever thought we'd end up by drowning
Just a few miles from Bremen but a long way from home?
Yeah, keep on shouting, there's nobody near--
There's no one can hear you.
Oh, we only had a few miles to go,
Oh, we only had a few miles to go.
Now the sea's coming up,
And the ship's going down,
Gee don't those harbor lights look pretty?
I'll bet every bar is crowded with all our friends,
I wonder what they'll say when they hear how it ends.
They'll say OK, goodbye.
And you never can tell when that moment will come
When he says up above, here's your pity.
Where's my box of cigars--Henry Clay?
Well, I've just got to say ...
Yeah, we were bragging, our feet on dry land
But standing in water, then you'll hold out your hand,
And know that you need
To beg and to plead,
Oh, Christ, I'm scared of the dark.

Oh, the sea is deep and blue,
And everything will be all right,
And when the day is over, what happened to the night?
Oh, that sea is deep and blue,
And when the moon is shining bright,
Oh, the sea is deep and blue
Oh, the sea is deep and blue
So deep and blue.